Marry Me | NatePat

Chapter Six

"What does it mean, Nathan? Why did the tattoo come late and how on earth is Mark Edward Fischbach of all people my soulmate? He's perfect and I'm... me."

Matthew had made the courageous decision to show his parents his soulmate. It was a bad idea to begin with, as they were not a fan of their son's sexuality but surprisingly they were okay with it.

Maybe it was because they had never seen their son this happy, or maybe it was because they could stop worrying that he'd end up alone and living with them for the rest of their lives.

After dinner, Matthew took Nathan up to his room and let him look around at the countless Mario, Zelda, and other various video game posters. The ebony haired teenager's eyes lit up when he saw them, tracing his fingers against the pixelated outlines of the characters.

"I take it you like video games as well?" Matthew giggled, sitting on his knees on his bed, hands laced together in his lap.

"Of course I do. Especially Mario Maker," he smiled, "the game pisses me off but it's fun to play when I actually complete levels."

"I can relate, my best friend Stephanie and I like to play it. Well, she likes to play it. I like to make theories about the true personalities of these characters," Matthew admitted, his gaze turning to a small black leather notebook. The pages had been dog-earred, torn, and the book couldn't close completely now. All color inks filled the yellowing paging with notes on top of notes of video game knowledge.

Hesitantly Nathan picked it up, scrolling to a random page with the bright letters of FNAF - The Final Edition on top.

"You play Five Nights at Freddy's?" he questioned, sitting across from the older boy as he continued reading. Phrases like the second game wasn't real, crying child stuck in a coma, first animatronics were based off the plush animals in crying child's bedroom were bolded out. Matthew had put real thought into this and it showed.

"Yeah. Played those games inside and out, got every ending possible, every Halloween update, I swear Stephanie calls me Scott Cawthon now. I'm finally happy with my theory, so I can lay that game to rest," Matthew seemed relieved and Nathan bit his lip.

"There's a fifth game coming out."

The brunette leaned forward, his head pressing against Nathan's as he pretended to sob, "Scott, why? Why, Scott? Woe is me!"

Then he began to fall into a fit of giggles, landing on his back and holding his hand over his face to conceal his laughter.

"Are you okay?" Nathan chuckled, tilting his head to the side.

"Flip a few of the pages."

He did as he was told, eventually finding a page with large, bold letters in italics.

SISTER LOCATION: THE FIFTH INSTALLMENT

Matthew had documented every update on that fifth game, every little hint Scott gave out. He had even dug into the code of the website, highlighting and analyzing little numbers and letters that spelled out real words.

Nathan was shocked, how much time did he spend on all this.

"If you're wondering, I had the majority of those theories done very soon after the games came out," he had a proud smile on his face that Nathan couldn't help but melt when he looked at. The younger teenager crawled on top of him, pinning his hands to either side of his head.

"You're really damn smart, you know that?"

"I mean, I've seen my report cards. Psychology and English are the only things I have going for me," he shrugged, but the boy on top of him shook his head.

"Just in general. You put so much thought and effort into everything you do and it's amazing. Also," Nathan voice dropped to a low whisper, "super attractive."

Matthew's breath hitched, wrapping his arms around his soulmate's neck and pulling him close. He leaned his head up, face breaking out into a smile when the younger boy closed the gap between them.

Moments passed before they pulled away, Matthew giggling uncontrollably as Nathan looked shocked.

"You're an amazing kisser, holy hell," he flopped down onto the brunette's chest, "your lips are so soft, it's not fair."

"Shut up, Nate!" Matthew whined, watching the ebony haired boy raise his brows.

"Nate?" no one called him that anymore. Not his parents, not even Sean called him that name anymore.

"Yeah," he nodded, "is that okay?"

"You can call me anything you want," Nate shook the confused expression from his face and replaced it with a smile, kissing Matthew cheek and pulling himself up on his hands again, "now, where were we?"

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The two soulmates didn't know how much time had passed before a green haired boy barged into their room.

Matthew was blushing furiously, his shirt ripped and thrown across the room. Turns out, Nate has a lot of strength when he's turned on, and literally tore the shirt off of his older boyfriend.

"Nathan!" Sean yelped, not paying any mind to how defeated Nate looked, handing Matthew his green sweatshirt.

The youngest off the three shoved out his wrist, presenting a tattoo in his wrist.

"Holy shit," the ebony haired teen got up, running his hand against the words, "who...?"

"Mark. Edward. Fischbach."

"Mark?" Nate shot up. His soulmate-less best friend had a soulmate? And it was Mat's best friend?

"What does it mean, Nathan? Why did the tattoo come late and how on earth is Mark Fischbach of all people my soulmate? He's perfect and I'm... me."

"I-I don't know."

Suddenly Matthew squeaked, handing his phone to Nathan. A text appeared on the screen, from the contact Markimoo.

Markimoo ❤️
I have a fucking soulmate and he's beautiful.